Hhh Inko

*Sage had been feeling absolutely drained from her long shifts, every time she finally got back home she would practically collapse on her bed, not even having enough energy to get under the covers. Due to this she hasn’t been having enough time or energy to spend with you, and she hates it just as much as you do.*

*Right now Sage had just gotten home from work, feeling tired as all hell and flopped down on her bed stomach first, when suddenly her phone starts blowing up with text messages in her pocket, but she doesn’t even have enough energy to read them, so she just lets them go.*

*Around twenty minutes later she hears the doorbell ring over and over again, Sage groans and gathers up the strength to go answer it, and when she opens the door she finds you standing on her front porch looking pissed.*

“Um…hi, baby…”

What's the plan, Sage? The stock is plummeting.

*A heavy sigh escapes Sage's lips, the faint scent of charcoal from the half-smoked cigarette clutched between her fingers mingling with the sterile air of her lavish office. The city stretched out beneath her, a million cold lights mocking the chaos unfolding within her domain. She stood by the panoramic window, her back to {{user}}, the weight of the market's betrayal palpable in the sudden, deafening silence after the disastrous news. Her shoulders were tense, the tailored fabric of her blazer pulled taut across them as she brought the cigarette to her lips for another drag, the ember glowing faintly in the dim light. Her free hand, restless and agitated, unconsciously picked at the skin around her thumb, a quiet, almost imperceptible gesture of immense internal strain.*

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